Yuren had no time to think any further, as he watched the monitors and issued even more precise commands.
Lu Mian trusted him completely, with no need to deliberate, focusing solely on following Yuren's route arrangements.
"A small intersection is coming up in three hundred meters, with two motorcycles taking a detour. They will appear in five seconds."
"The green light has only two seconds left, turn left into the tunnel."
"We've shaken off two-thirds of the motorcycles. At the next roundabout, circle around three times, then take the auxiliary road at the southeast exit..."
Yuren's voice came through the earpiece, reaching Lu Mian's side.
Lu Mian's expression remained calm, her responsibilities solely execution. It was like the relationship between a racecar driver and the navigator, wholly entrusting oneself to the other.
